Noise and movement
Quiet and stillness
Most people enjoy the stillness. They find a sense of peace in it.
I hate the quiet though.
Many find a palace of peace to be quiet, empty, hollow.
I disagree. My peace begins where quiet ends.
In a place where the world is louder than my thoughts,
intelligence can be a curse rather than a blessing.
A curse of knowing too much and being unable to do much.
The truth is, I always feel trapped in a prison of silence.
Untamed confidence is the only place I find a shred of something real.
Confidence is sometimes the only place where I find a piece of me that is uniquely me.
I feel like a prison built by bricks that weren't built with my hands.
Or a gilded palace with a facade of perfection.
The truth is
I am, who I am.
And sometimes the world makes me feel trapped
Within a prison
That the world placed
inside my head.
This prison is created by a world that isn't able to understand me.
And I barely understand myself.
Welcome to my world.
It is loud.
Because, in my world, I refuse to be trapped by silence.